[MF] More Tales from the Sexy Pizza Palace

A few people have requested a follow-up to my original story posted here: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8y39tt/mf_the_pizzeria_slut/

I figured since the monthly contest is for stories in the workplace, now would be a good time to share another tale from the Sexy Pizza Palace! This happened several months after my story with Nichole, enjoy.

About a year into my employment tenure at the prestigious Sexy Pizza Palace, I’d find myself getting laid yet again at work. Nichole and I hooked up a few times after our night in the prep area and sort of dated for a couple months, but were never official. She ended up quitting the pizzeria and we didn’t really stay in contact after an awkward break up of a more “friends with benefits” type of relationship. Regardless, I was 100% single and my younger and very horny self was looking for action.

It was a Saturday morning and I was scheduled to prep and open with Melissa, a girl who usually worked evenings. There was typically enough prep left over from Friday night that you could get away with one person on Saturday mornings. So, the store manager would usually schedule me with someone who would work the front once the store opened and help out in back between customers.

I fucked my busty massage therapist [MF]… Part 2!

Part 1 for those who haven’t read it: https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eci4ok/i_28m_fucked_my_busty_massage_therapist_f/

Well, things certainly took a turn in this story. It seems I’ve gotten into a bit more than I originally bargained for with Allison. You may recall my story I posted about a month ago where I banged my big titted massage therapist whom I’d been seeing for legitimate massages every month or so. I ended by saying I had scheduled another appointment for the following month, but the story actually resumes roughly a week later…

I couldn’t get Allison out of my mind. The thought of my dick between her big soft tits, fucking her doggystyle and cumming all over her back was driving me crazy. I needed to fuck her again, or at least find out if that option was ‘on the table’ so to speak (get it, cause I fucked her on a massage table?)

Lucky for me, I actually had her phone number. I didn’t know if this was actually her phone number but she would text me the day of an appointment from this number just to confirm the massage. I guess it could have technically just been a work phone, but I was planning to text her and see what happened. I figured she would get the message regardless.

I [28M] fucked my busty massage therapist [F]

First of all lets get this straight, I wasn’t just getting a massage in hopes of receiving a happy ending. I’ve been getting massages for years to relieve tension in areas other than my dick. I’ve never gone to a sketchy asian massage parlor or anything like that, I really never saw the appeal of engaging in sexual activity with someone who probably isn’t interested in you at all.

Of course, if anyone is going to be rubbing my body I’d prefer it to be an attractive female — so that typically comes into play when I’m deciding where to get a massage. Most massage therapists have photos of themselves and/or the business shown on their website or social media page. Like I said, I never expect anything sexual but I’d just prefer a hot woman over a burly man rubbing me down.

[MF] The pizzeria slut

Nichole was a bit of a slut, at least that was the way everyone else made it seem. Fresh out of high school I had just started working at a pizza place, and my sexual experience was rather limited. I had sex with one girl at this point in my life, who was a long-time girlfriend in high school but we broke up when she moved off to college and I stayed in town not knowing what I wanted to do. Outside of a couple heated experiences with other girls from school, there’s nothing else to add about my sex life. Little did I know that would change very shortly after starting this new job.

The pizzeria was an okay place to work, but the real perk of the job wasn’t discounted pizza — it was the plethora of attractive girls that also had jobs there. Unfortunately, I was working mornings doing prep work with some of the older ones who weren’t real lookers, and the more attractive bubbly girls were on the night shift. The crossover in the afternoon between the morning and night shifts, was usually the only time I had a chance to chat with the younger crowd. It was easy to tell there was a lot of sexual tension and flirtation between most of the 18-25 year olds who were working this job, I could only wonder how things went as the night progressed.